His mouth opened wide and he began to lick and suck her juicy lips through the thin material. He was in heaven. She began to move faster and faster he... pussy getting wetter and wetter. Clamping her thighs tight around his head she bore down, grinding her pussy hard onto his face as she came. his head felt as if it were going to burst but he didn’t care as he lapped up her juices that flowed from her pussy directly into his mouth.Exhaling a contented little moan she stood up and reached into her. "Green or black?" Black, please."As he reached up, his pecks rippled. I almost wet myself with excitement. He handed me a can. As I took it, I realised that our brief encounter would shortly end unless I came up with a game-changer. I spotted his name badge. "Tell me, what time do you finish tonight, Tim?He glanced up at the huge clock in the roof. "In about 40 minutes."I nonchalantly looked down at the can of olives I was holding. "Only... I was thinking of making a Spanish paella, for my. "I guess that means we call you 'Paula' now?" said my father.And with that, they did. They carried on as if the dress was completelynormal, as if I really was a girl called Paula.Of course, I felt like anything but a girl called Paula. I looked anythingbut female. Not only was I the wrong shape and completely flat chested, butthere was a definite penis bulge showing below.I could scarcely believe they were taking me seriously, but there was no hintof anything otherwise. As we had breakfast,. "It doesn't matter," she said.The two of them talked more and Tanya-Lynn began to feel more and more attracted to him. Blake seemed to know just what to say and just how to say it to win her over. It was as if he already knew her. It would have been spooky, had she not been so engrossed in the biker. Tanya-Lynn listened to him talk of his adventures on the road and all the places he had been and seen. She was captivated by his stories and listened intently to every word. She tried to imagine.